Then you groaned and pulled harder into you. You relaxed your grip on my ass and let go. We looked into each other’s eyes. I extended my arms liftin... my upper body off of you. Your legs still over my shoulders, we both looked down at where our bodies meet. I could see your cunt lips swollen and open. Just below that I could see where my cock was buried in your ass. You brought your hand to your cunt and buried two fingers deep. I could feel your fingers in your cunt. You said to me, ” Start. E. pressing and releasing. I was so excited. My gaze turned to her waist again. I removed my hand from her boob and stretched it to her waist. Slowly caressing there, I took the knot of her petticoat and pulled it. It opened.Then with fear, I looked at my sleeping sister. Her breath was systematic. Her boobs were moving up and down as per her inhale and exhale. She was sleeping peacefully. Having more courage, I pushed my hand inside my didi’s petticoat. First, I felt her smooth lower abdomen. "Leah seemed to like me, though. Maybe because I was older, or maybe because I didn't drool when she was around me. Usually, after we got started, we tended to zone anyone else out and work. I liked her approach, and she reworked several things for translation to the screen that I would have never thought of, but worked really well. During breaks, she would tell me a little about their life."We grew up in the industry. Dorian's mother is a sound editor, and his father was one of the most sought. ..definitely no 'oil painting'...in fact I could never understand what my brother Steve saw in her. Yet on the other hand, Steve was so good looking, worked out regularly at the Gym, had a good body - what the hell was she thinking of? I told him my story and he told me his. I was about to say 'let's get blitzed on this bottle of Scotch' when I remembered the hotel in Ambleside....all nicely paid for. We hardly spoke much on the two hour drive to Lakeland. His sorrow was so clearly.